OMG, I’m so excited! Although I’d be a little more excited about a Half a Yellow Sun adaptation, not gonna lie.

I want to be your neighbor. I will bring wine.

The amount of patriarchy in this photo makes me gag.

When my kid was little, she had an OCD issue. She ‘saved’ trash, bottle caps, used napkins and straws, every little thing. It was horrifying. We ended up calling it Mr. Keeper, so that we were criticizing his actions, not hers. Not sure that it worked, but it sure felt better to blame an invisible idiot for her…

That font alone disqualifies him, methinks.

And in Framingham, MA, the first mayor EVER: Yvonne Spicer!

Dang. For a second I thought that was Mark Bonnar in that clip, to which I say: HELL YES.
Sadly (according to IMDB), no.

Eerie is the right word. I wasn’t frightened when reading this book, although the tension was very real. I felt a detachment from the characters, almost a relaxation, as if I were the thing watching. That’s what made it interesting to me.

Me, too!

As a former professional costume designer, maybe I can hypothesize: sweaters = texture = touchable, approachable, down to earth, trustworthy. I haven’t seen this season yet, so this is not tied to plot. It’s just what sweater normally means in designer speak.

Yes, the music is seriously jarring, as are the ‘horror genre’ sound effects.

Someone recently took my picture from across the room. I remember thinking: how nice, look at that person taking pictures. The picture looks like I am ready to tear into their flesh with rending noises and horror escaping sideways. Woo boy, I’ve got a mean bitchy resting face.

My hair feels so...short watching this video.

I love you.

Stealing for future use. I can’t wait to screech out, “Sweet Baby Jesus!” and have a ball of drooling fluff careen into my loving arms.

Hats off to the excellent papier mache Trump head. That’s dedication and practice paying off!

OMG I AM SO ANGRY ABOUT GGR! SO, SO ANGRY!

I’d laugh if I wasn’t already crying.

For a million reasons, I missed the 1990s as a cultural phenomenon, and was, instead, immersed in the pre-war and war-time radio culture. I heard all manner of radio plays and songs. Vera Lynn was so pure a voice from that era, and so radically different from the swing/jazz of the USA.
Iconic and lovely;…

You’re doomed.